I’m a little too late for this, the same way I was way too late for the goodness that is FUN. Neon Trees can just take me to the love shack.
Oh my my shit/Everybody talks, everybody talks/Everybody talks too much.
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Jay E. Tria
To ‘Casual Vacancy’, the right time will come for you and I.
The holy week holiday is usually the perfect time for me to catch up on my reading. Alas, this year I have other less fun (but more important) things on my to-do list. The most I can do is look at my growing unread pile and lovingly dust off the covers. Here is my short list, just so I don’t forget:
1. Great Gatsby by Scott Fitzgerald
2. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
3. Casual Vacancy by JK Rowling (the Mexican standoff persists)
4. Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
5. I am Number Four: The Lost Files by Pittacus Lore
Dear titles, I hope to be with you by June-July. Until then.
It is baffling to me why friends somehow remember me in their emo moments. I can literally be one of the most emotionally dead people they know, and that’s on a regular day. But I guess in any case I can always appreciate good poetry. So thanks Jeris for sending this poem to me in one of your lyrical days.
To me this poem basically sums up the things we want to hear said to us in world where we exhale pretension like air. The last few lines are my favorite. What’s yours?
The Invitation by Oriah
http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.
By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,
from the book The Invitation
published by HarperONE, San Francisco,
1999 All rights reserved
Jessica Day dons the pompadour for a change.
After last week’s episode of Quick Hardening Caulk, endangered fish with perfectly round breasts, and magnificent sexy times, the geniuses behind New Girl have decided to pour cold water above our heads with a funeral episode. Good thinking, I believe. Viewers are on the point of combustion and we need a moment to fan ourselves.
Elvis drops by to personally console Nick by virtue of their being ‘roomfriends.’
This week it looks like we will be entertained with a Jessica Day version of the King himself as she, Schmidt and Winston go on a trip to Chicago. Nick Miller is not complaining.
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“All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time.”
― Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet In Heaven
“Baby I’m not moving on
I love you long after you’re gone gone gone.”
If you are someone like me who has gone through enough beauty brands and product reviews, you would have by now inferred two important things about Japanese beauty products: 1. they are potently awesome, and 2. they are unapologetically expensive. Which ups their covetousness factor, obviously. Now not all gold-tagged things from the Land of the Rising Sun perform as outstandingly as promised. Also–an important corollary–I have by no means tried all the Holy Grail Japanese finds, but I have tried enough to make a short list.
Herewith are a handful of Japanese beauty products worth skipping a Green Tea frappe or two for. I sincerely believe that flawless Japanese skin is not only due to amazing genes or something in their water. Perfectionist makeup science helps a lot too. Continue Reading
